Cari’s newest album was the most vulnerable she had ever been, and she was feeling it more than ever. She knew fans wouldn’t necessarily appreciate some of the topics on the album, such as the battles with her sexuality, her insecurities about not being good enough, but these were stories she needed to tell.

She yearned for someone to understand. To say they got it all.

Cari’s brown eyes move uneasily around her surroundings, one hand in her jean pocket. She was determined to make something good come out of this album release, no matter how much she felt like she was drowning in it all.

Her hand reaches up to neaten her auburn hair, a small frown on her features, the air around her ever so slightly crisp, Fall was setting in.